The next morning…
Students filled the Great Hall buzzing with excitement, voices overlapping as everyone talked about their favorite moments.
"The spinning staircases were the best!"
"No — the exploding textbooks!"
"Did you see the pumpkins insulting Snape?!"
Laughter echoed across all four tables.
Everywhere you looked, students were reliving the night like it was a festival memory rather than a school prank.
At the Ravenclaw table, Alexander sat beside Cho, both calmly eating breakfast like model students.
In front of them lay a spread of enchanted photographs.
They were organizing them into piles.
Keep.
Send to Parents.
Sell Copies.
Cho held up one photo — the moment the pumpkins charged the professors before stopping.
She giggled.
"This one's definitely going to my parents."
Alexander nodded, placing aside another — the trio standing under the spotlight with candles behind them like wings.
"That one stays with me."
Cho smiled softly at that.
At the Griffindor table, the twins were already at work.
Low-key.
But extremely profitable.
They had stacks of enchanted photographs hidden under the table, quietly showing samples to interested buyers.
Coins clinked nonstop.
One particular Slytherin boy approached nervously — the same one who had screamed when illusion spiders dropped from the ceiling.
Fred slid the photo forward.
The image replayed him shrieking, jumping into another student's arms.
George coughed. "Premium embarrassment package."
The boy's face went red.
"…How much?"
The twins named a ridiculous price.
He paid it immediately.
They didn't even blackmail him.
He just desperately wanted the evidence gone.
Fred handed over the original.
George kept three copies.
Business was booming.
After breakfast, Alexander and Cho gathered their selected enchanted photos and headed to the Owlery.
Owls hooted as they tied letters and packages.
Cho included pictures of:
Her laughing during the feast
Fireworks are lighting the ceiling
Students running from confetti blasts
Alexander included:
The trio spotlight finale
Pumpkin formations
Staircase chaos
They sealed the letters and released the owls together.
Watching them fly off, Cho smiled.
"Our parents are going to think Hogwarts is insane."
Alexander chuckled. "They wouldn't be wrong."
On the way to class, they passed Filch.
Still cleaning.
Still scrubbing dungbomb residue off stone floors.
Still muttering threats under his breath.
When he saw them, he froze.
Then came the death glare.
Pure venom.
He then pointed his mop like a wand at a random passing student and yelled.
"NO RUNNING IN THE HALLS!"
Alexander and Cho walked past, barely holding their laughter.
The moment they turned the corner, they lost it.
Inside the classroom, they took their seats, still laughing.
Cho leaned slightly toward him.
"Are you really not planning anything tonight?"
Alexander answered instantly.
"Nope."
Cho narrowed her eyes.
"Nothing at all?"
"Out of ideas," he said casually.
Then he paused.
Tilted his head slightly, as if a thought just formed.
"…Actually, I might be late for dinner tonight. Save me a plate."
Cho stared at him.
Suspiciously.
"So you are planning something."
Alexander just smiled.
Didn't confirm or didn't deny it
Right as class began.
And that smile told her everything she needed to know.
Halloween might be over…
But chaos was definitely not.